My tongue lays in a ravine,

when raining it floats like a gondola

silently towards the ocean, an indigent deposit,

for punishment of the lily-livered is to

be trapped under the weight of water.

My body dovetails with darkness

as I descend deep into dictatorial woods

to daven within batten blackness,

and Wolf footprints, bemired deep into snow

like sealing wax on a love letter.

Swirling a sweven softly lands

like a Smew in my unsuspected lap

singing a sorrowful song of the Sami

of two-dog nights and squall

of vanishing food and species.

A gapeseed lost in folds

with night-dark eyes that float and dart

out of window and aperture.

fingerprint smudges on a peripheral glassy dome

of cursory movements and soft fleeting glimpses.

when the forest faintly moaned

the mountain’s chest moved up and down

when the lake rippled unannounced

the soil heart beneath contracted and fluttered

a chest cavity filled with mud and water